In the Primordial Forbidden Land, winds and clouds shifted; the Devil Master descended, a single consciousness shaking all four directions.
Within the Nether Hall, Moluo Tian strode to the front of the hall, personally welcoming the arrival of the master of the Demon Palace.
"Devil Master, forgive me for failing to welcome you from afar," Moluo Tian said calmly.
"You are too courteous, Hall Master."
The phantom formed from gathering demonic clouds spoke indifferently. "I have come to inform your hall that our Demon Palace is prepared to march against Lingxu."
"Oh?"
Hearing this, Moluo Tian narrowed his eyes. "Is this a warning from the Devil Master to our Nether Hall?"
"Yes, and no."
From within the demonic clouds, the Devil Master's voice rang out once more. "The Demon Palace has no intention of becoming enemies with the Nether Hall. I promise that the Demon Palace will never encroach upon the Nether Hall's territory by even half an inch. My sincerity has been made clear; I hope Your Highness can show corresponding sincerity as well."
A strange glint flashed through Moluo Tian's eyes. After a moment, he said, "Since the Devil Master is so sincere, our Nether Hall must naturally return the peach for the plum. So long as the Devil Master keeps his promise, our Nether Hall will not wade into these muddy waters either."
"I will remember the Hall Master's promise. Until we meet again."
As the words fell, the demonic clouds soared into the sky and merged once more into the dark clouds overhead. In an instant, the clouds filling the heavens dispersed, and tranquility returned.
Within the Nether Hall, Di Mingtian looked at the lord of the Nether Hall before him and said lightly, "This Devil Master's ambitions are indeed immense. It seems that for a